I live where the sky is endless,
painted in shades of serene,
where troubles dissolve like ripples
in oceans of cobalt sheen.
Each morning begins with stillness,
a breath of sapphire air,
I walk with a softer rhythm,
unhurried, light, aware.
My choices flow like water,
patient, steady, true,
finding the beauty in balance,
and peace in every hue.
The world may race in scarlet,
or blaze with gold and fire,
but I will keep to the blueness,
the quiet of my desire.
For life is not in the rushing,
nor measured in what we pursue,
but in the gentle freedom
of living wholly blue.
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